static, no 31

A tipping point,
words become static,
someone has turned
my receiver off.

silence, no 30

Basking in the sound of silence,
a day to just listen to sound.

Columba palumbus palumbus, no 29

A predictable call, day after day.
Are you worn down 
by the repetition?

easy chatter, no 28

the walls relish the
strokes of a chorus
of utterances

wind, no 27

A cool whisper
takes posession.
Tentacles spin
me round,
in an an airy waltz.

no 26

The birds have little umbrellas and are sheltering,
raindrops pulsate as they tap dance over greenery

colour sound, no 25

A red flower revealed itself
with a whisper.
A white flower said hush.

Peaches, no 24

I miss you. You say my name is Peaches.
You are there, carrying on the fight.

father, no 23

I listen to music without crying.

Its been seven months.

exchange, no 22

The wind is hassling the leaves today.
The leaves are talking back, they are
not going to take being pushed around.

touched, no 21

Someone is singing.
A breathing space to melt into the taste of life.

head space, no 20

A cacophony of
contradictory voices.
A rumble of
questions and answers.

Time to tune into
another frequency.

words the wrong way round, no 19

Rubbing each other up the wrong way. Getting trapped in words.
Misreading the signals.

We agree to rewind time.
To explore the possibility
of
velvety words.

no 18

A still day - no speech - just thoughts and a meandering of time...

no 17

She is crying. I listen and feel helpless..
She is talking
and time heals.

pencil soundscape, no 16

The pencil exudes a charged soundscape,
as it roughs up the paper it strides over.

rude awakening, no 15

A voice pierces a sun induced micro sleep.
Sound of displeasure, trimmed with sarcasm.
My reverie is punctured by hard edges.

no 14, comfortable

a meeting of friends,
we talk, I listen,
I listen, they talk,
effortless comfort

no 13, Formicidae

A congregation of ants,
intersect for a seminar
on ant social psychology.

no 12

Listening - but not listening.
Making all the right noises;
the body is somewhere else.

no 10

Moist with an early
morning wake up call.
Growth tunes into it's
terrain and
drinks in liquid life.

this house, no 10

this house hums
this house vibrates
this house growns
this house throbs
this house sighs

no 9

My insides growl,
the call resembles
an alarm clock.
My body speaks
from the inside out.

micro taxonomy of bird translations, no 8

"I love you, I love you, I love you,
I told you i'm a pretty polly,
tic tac, tic, tac, tic tac, tic tac,
look at yooou, look at yooou,
too late, too late, too late, too late,
hunky dory, hunky dory, hunky dory".

no 7

"Are you typing as I speak?" She says.
I say, "no".
Realising her words could be
taken down in evidence.

breathing, no 6

waking up to the ringing of breathing
a comfortable continuance of time

sound, no 5

Close your eyes and listen.

A world alive with a
reverberation of static.

communication, no 4

Swifts skimming the roof tops.
Gathering in a staccato,
of dots and dashes.

unintelligable, no 3

Busy on the other side of the wall.

Perhaps incarcerating a body
or clawing their way through.

Perhaps stripping wallpaper.

ticking, no 2

A clock is ticking relentlessly today,
an alarm could catch us unprepared

wind, no 1

This unrelenting steely wind,
could drive anyone insane
with its unremitting demand
to be heard

a new month a new theme for May

A new month - catching up with moments in time from my notebook after time way with family. So for the month of May, I have come up with the theme of sound. The challenge is to create words from sounds - real, imagined, transformed into the written word for the month of May.

path, no 30

out of town path,
in town path,
an indivisible line

no 29

high jacked by family,
feeling cocooned,
with a edge of hesitation

no 28

billowing sleeves,

wings taking flight

in a subway tunnel

changeable, no 27

Cloudy with light rain
tending to cloudless skies,
by the second half of the day.

Dapple with tender precipitation
drifting towards an azure horizon,
by early evening.

Brassica napus, no 26

A drift of feral
yellow flowers
set up base
along the roadside.
No permission offered,
no invitation needed.

red kite, no 25

wing tips, poised fingers,
hesitating, drifting, stretching
for piano keys

no 23

a walk where land and water meet

walking, no 22

Walking because I want to,
taking in life's picture show. 

no 21

the day has been obscured by vivid sunlight,
luminous, reflective heat, time just passes

no 20

alchemy of high tide,
a tireless repetitive call

flux, no 19

Tuesday
and
Wednesday
rivulets
of
time
meadering,
receding,
hastening.

continuum, no 18

Carried from a stream
dispersed in an estuary,
liberated by the sea.

a breather, no 17

a between day,
a ? day,
a day where
a breather
is enough,
just lingering a while

no 16

resting place - a chance meeting,
the journey's end seems less important now

no 15

a continuous buzzing,
a bird pppppping,
the sounds of heels
meeting the pavement,
heart beating in my neck

a moment amongst the spaces

dull, no 14

leaden dusty sky,
hangs
in a state of apathy

daily, no 13

contemplate a routine journey
and
a fresh presence nudges me

time stands still, no 12

That time about 4.00 ish,
when listlessness sets in,
and
time falls away
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
a grain at a time...........